Joan and Sarah had always enjoyed an
easy-going sister-sister relationship, and this holiday away from it all deep
in the English countryside was the perfect summer break.A drive down single track roads eventually led
them to park the car and continue on their way by foot.The forest was stunning, with its array of
brilliant colours and fascinating features, and it was no surprise that they
walked for over half an hour in this tranquil atmosphere.They did not pick up on the fact that the
ambience of the day changed as they walked, and upon reaching what they thought
was a large clearing, they were surprised to find a small village.Nothing unusual in that, Joan thought,
probably one of those re-enactment societies out on a social weekend.They approached the small group of people,
but became slightly concerned when they were looked at with great suspicion.

Upon speaking to the ‘villagers’, their
concern increased as they were unable to understand a lot of what they
said.What they could discern, however,
were the words ‘devil’ and ‘witches’.Without further ado, the two girls were held by the arms by several of
the village men, while others disappeared.One of the men spoke slowly to them: “You are not of our kind.You dress in a strange manner, and speak in a
strange way.You must be from the
devil.You are witches.We are going to burn you both at the stake as
witches.”“Come on, guys, joke over,
good re-enacting, I’m impressed.We’re
just two sisters enjoying a short holiday.” said Joan.“We are not joking, as you say.Witchcraft is a serious offence in these
times,” replied one of them.“What times
are we talking about?” said Joan, increasingly concerned.“The year of Our Lord 1466,” came the reply,
and from the look on the face of the man who replied, he was deadly serious.

One of the men who had left earlier
returned, and nodded.The two girls were
immediately taken deeper into the forest until they reached a small
clearing.There, before them, were two
stakes that had been driven into the ground, with a stone set against each of
them: one about 6 feet tall, the other about 4 feet high.Joan gasped loudly when she saw the stakes;
there was only one purpose for them – burning a victim alive.What if they HAD crossed some time zone and
travelled back in time.But no, surely
not!Joan could make out one of the
villagers ask “Who should we put to the stake first, John?”The reply was instant: “The short-haired
one!”Joan was led to the front of the
stake with the taller of stones.Joan’s
long black dress was unceremoniously ripped from her, revealing a black bra and
matching skimpy black thong.John moved
forward with a small knife and cut at the bra between Joan’s breasts.The bra cut, the cups easily fell away to
show the full naked 36C breasts of 19 year-old Joan.Although only 5 feet 5 inches tall, Joan’s
slim, shapely, beautifully proportioned body was laid bare for all to see.John motioned to the stake, and Joan was
quickly hustled forward and pushed up a makeshift ladder.Strong hands positioned her atop the stone
with her back to the stake.Within
seconds Joan felt a cold chain being pulled tightly around her waist and drawn
behind the stake.As the chain was
passed forward again John took both ends and very slowly and carefully criss-crossed
them between Joan’s breasts.Joan
gasped, partly in pain, partly in breathless excitement, as the cold chain was
once again pulled tightly against her naked body, biting into her young flesh.A second chain was then wrapped around the
top of her thighs and secured behind the stake, and finally John removed her
shoes and fastened a small chain around her ankles and the stake.While she was being chained to the stake, other
villagers had been stacking dry brushwood all around the stone she was standing
on, and when she looked down, Joan realised a considerable amount of wood had
been set in place beneath her.John
stepped down from the ladder and placed Joan’s dress, bra and shoes into the
pyre – she would be having no further need of them.Sarah looked up at Joan, and looked across at
the other stake.“Please don’t burn me,
oh please don’t burn me” Sarah exclaimed.“I’ll do anything for you, but please don’t burn me!”“Anything?” said John.“Yes, anything, please” replied Sarah.“Will you light the fire beneath your
sister?Will you burn your sister at the
stake?”“Yes, yes I will light the wood
beneath her.I will do as you say.Just show me where to set the wood on
fire.I’ll enjoy watching her burn alive
anyway!”“That is settled, then.You can burn your sister.”“Sarah, how could you?” shouted Joan.“They’ll still burn you alive as well, you
fool.”But Joan’s words were ignored.

A villager passed a burning torch to John,
who took it and motioned Sarah to step forward with him.“Are you younger than your sister?” he said
to Sarah.“Yes, yes, she’s 19, and I’m
18” said Sarah excitedly, wishing to please John.“19, a very good age for a girl to be burned
as a witch.So young, so sweet, yet not
so innocent!”“Now, take this torch and
place the flame there.That’s right,
hold it there for a few seconds, on your sister’s dress, until you see that her
burning dress has set the wood on fire”.Sarah did as she was told, and held the burning torch in the wood at the
base of pyre, in the centre, on Joan’s dress.Joan looked down in horror as she saw Sarah withdraw the torch and witnessed
the soft material of her dress burning fiercely, and small flames taking a hold
on the brushwood.Sarah smiled as she
moved around the base of the stake taking obvious pleasure in lighting the pyre
in several places.While at the back of
the stake, Sarah raised her burning torch high and allowed the flame to play on
Joan’s naked arse cheeks for a few seconds.Joan screamed in pain at the torture her sister was putting her
through.Joan could only stand helpless
in the chains with the rough-hewn stake at her back as the first wisps of smoke
drifted up around her.The sweet smell
of burning wood invaded her senses, and she could not avoid looking down again
to stare at the fire that her sister had lit.Sarah had done well!The pyre was
alight all around the base, with flames working their way slowly upwards.The ominous crackling of flames on wood now
also became clear as Joan focused on all that was happening.Looking out, she could see the crowd of
villagers watching with great interest, and at the front, John stood
impassively as close as he could to the fire, her sister Sarah with her arms
around him, hoping that her actions could save her from the same fate.Joan knew that nothing Sarah would do would
save her from the flames, however.

The wood caught fire very slowly – this was
not going to be over in a short time, but rather a prolonged burning.Joan got the distinct feeling that this was
not the first time John had burned a girl at the stake.Joan could now feel the gentle warmth of the
fire beneath her, and the swirling smoke caused her to cough, and she felt her
eyes beginning to water as smoke continually drifted over her face.“My God, this is a slow fire; I am going to
burn alive slowly.That bastard John
knows exactly what he is doing!” she thought to herself.Yet the whole scenario of being the innocent
girl chained tightly and helplessly to a stake with a fire rising to burn her
was something that sexually aroused her, although she could not fully explain
it.She just accepted it, enjoying the
pleasure at the moment while dreading the pain to come.

The warmth of the fire eventually reached
the point where the heat began to be unbearable, and Joan let out her first
cries of fear and anguish.For over 5
minutes now the fire had been gaining in momentum and the flames had taken a
strong hold on the wood.Joan felt the
flesh on her feet and ankles tighten as the heat from her fire began to slowly
roast her alive.Smoke drifted up all
around her body continuously, adding to the dramatic effect.Joan’s cry for help only mingled with the loud
crackling of the fire as it devoured more wood and crept closer to its helpless
young victim with every minute.The top
flames drifted aimlessly towards Joan’s legs, until a small breeze concentrated
their movement in a single, upward motion.The effect was to fan the flames over Joan’s feet and ankles for a few
seconds, enough time for the fire to caress her, to taste her, to let her know
that all hope of rescue was over, she belonged to the fire now, and it was
going to enjoy every delicious moment of wantonly taking her.Joan screamed when the flames settled on her
for those few, fleeting moments.The
skin on her feet and ankles blackened and charred easily, and when the flames
rose higher and reached her feet, they succumbed to the touch of the fire and
ignited.Joan screamed in agony, her
pathetic wailing resounding into the tall trees, without a sympathetic soul
ever hearing it.Meanwhile the fire,
warming to the taste of Joan, now wrapped itself around her feet and ankles,
and with the aid of her stake burning steadily behind her, began to spiral up
Joan’s legs.There was no doubt now that
Joan had been set alight, and was burning alive at the stake.What struck Joan was how easy it was for her
to burn at the stake.And now, as she
burned steadily, Joan took in the smell of her own body burning.It was as though her senses were heightened:
there was the distinctive smells of the wood and her body burning; the sound of
the fire crackling loudly as it consumed not only the wood but her young,
innocent body; the feel of almost every lick of the flames on her tender flesh
that seemed to urge the fire on more, and the sight, as she looked down, of
this raging fire now taking her, ravishing her at its will, in a manner most
gratifying to the onlookers.

Joan’s thighs first began to blacken, and
then they too meekly accepted the ravaging flames.Flames blossomed outwards and swirled around
her thighs as their natural shapeliness and fullness opened out towards her
hips.Joan could now feel the intense
heat on her crotch for the first time, and she could only gasp involuntarily as
the heat sensation worked itself on her clitoris.Joan’s thong, providing a ridiculously small
covering for her crotch, began to smoulder, and finally burst into flames,
providing a brief flurry of fire on her crotch as the material of the thong and
her mound of pubes burned instantly.Behind her, her hands were on fire, feeding flames towards the tight,
pert, cheeks of her arse, which was now intensely hot and ready to burn.Sweat rolled down Joan’s face as she fought a
losing battle with the chains in her instinctive reaction to her burning.

Through all the pain, Joan had no control
over what happened next.Flames licking
the top of her thighs finally reached her arse and her fanny.They easily parted her fanny lips and the
instant, burning sensation on her clit drove Joan to an incredible orgasm.The watching crowd only saw her body bucking
and writhing against the chains, her hips suddenly thrust forward for a few
seconds, and Joan’s screams rise to an amazing pitch.In those seconds of thrusting orgasmic
ecstasy, Joan had inadvertently offered her hips to where the topmost flames
were at their most dense.A mixture of
intense pain and pleasure flooded her body as her hips and crotch disappeared
in the devouring flames, with smoke drifting around her face carrying the tang
of her burning arse and vagina to her heightened senses.Her charred and blackened legs were now
blazing fiercely, appearing to glow a bright red from being swathed in
flames.Sarah stood as close as she
could, looking on impassively, but inside, her pulse was racing as she was
totally turned on by the sight of her sister burning at the stake.“This is wrong, this is wrong, to be aroused
at the sight of my sister’s crotch burning. I can’t wait to see how her sexy breasts burn.Slowly, I hope, but God, it’s such a
turn-on.”

Through the strong heat haze, Joan was able
to see more wood being piled into her fire, and despite the pain, she looked
down again to see the hungry tongues of flame climb eagerly over her waist and
reach out for her inviting, naked, breasts.Tiny rivers of sweat ran between her breasts, to instantly dissipate
into steam with the heat.Joan’s young
breasts, with fully erect nipples, stood out proudly, and began to roast slowly
above the rising fire.Her charred legs
and waist now served only to complement the wood feeding the fire, and Joan
cried out loudly in desperation as the unbearable pain racked her body.Her screams were met with impassive silence
from the watching crowd, her sister watching avidly with obvious relish.Joan tossed her head back, but could not hold
it up for long, and as she moved her head downwards again, she saw that flames had
reached her breasts.Tiny flames were
licking around the outside of her breasts, between them, and licking sensuously
on her nipples.Joan sobbed as she
strained once more against the chains, but in so doing, her breasts simply
thrust slightly forward, emphasising her superb curves and offering them to
random, wild flames leaping from the wood.The fire needed no second invitation, and before long, Joan’s breasts
were enveloped in flames.She pulled her
head back instinctively from the heat, but her scorched and singeing hair
caught fire as flames wreathed her shoulders.Joan could still summon up enough strength to emit a piercing scream as
her hair disappeared in a fireball and her head finally dropped as the fire
claimed all of her.Joan and her stake
were now a blazing mass; Sarah, watching, could not believe how erotic it had
been for her.She had not, however,
bargained for what happened next.

“Right” said executioner John, “let’s get
this other witch to the stake.”“But you
promised you would spare me if I did as you asked!” Sarah said in
desperation.“You didn’t think that you
could burn your sister at the stake, and not suffer the same fate did you?You lighting your sister’s fire was a bonus
for us to see.Now I’m going to burn
you, you witch, and enjoy every second as your sweet young body burns.”With that strong hands took Sarah by the arms
and propelled her to the waiting stake.She was unable to resist as she was ushered up the ladder and positioned
with her back against the stake.The
sensation of the cold stone she was standing on hit her immediately.No attempt was made to disrobe Sarah; she
would burn fully clothed.

In a state of shock, Sarah stood
impassively, sobbing quietly, as the chaining procedure was repeated.The chains bit tightly into her clothing and
her flesh, executioner John taking particular care to chain particularly
tightly her ankles and the strange shoes with high heels on them.“You promised...” was all that Sarah could
say.“I promised nothing, witch!” John
said in reply.All was now prepared for
the second burning.Sarah was a petite
girl, slim, about 5’ 4” tall with 34b breasts.She was wearing a red short sleeved dress which was low cut, and with
the chain pulled tightly around her breasts they jutted our provocatively.The hem of Sarah’s dress, normally above-the-knee
in length, had been drawn quite high as she was chained to the stake, and was
now no more than an inch or two below her crotch.The sight before the onlookers was completed
by her red stiletto-heeled shoes, which, by standing on a stone, served to show
off her young shapely legs to perfection.Sarah was the object of raging lust among all the men present (and she
knew it), and a few of the females as well!

Once Sarah was totally chained to the
stake, John lost no time in stepping forward and lighting Sarah’s fire.Very slowly, very deliberately, he lit a fire
in several places in the wood, taking care the tiny fires were evenly
spaced.Sarah was in a total state of shock
as the flames gathered in strength and climbed the wood.She said nothing, but looked out with a
disbelieving stare into the crowd, then down to take in the sight of the
advancing flames.Smoke drifted up
around her, gently raising the hem of her dress occasionally, and drifting
through her shoulder length brown hair.“Oh God NO!” she cried out as the flames at last began to have an effect
on her.The heat quickly had her
screaming, as the stone she was placed upon was lower than that of her
sister’s, so the flames were making inroads to her faster.John watched with satisfaction as flames
swept over the stone she was standing on, and set her red high-heeled shoes
alight.Her shoes burned easily and in
seconds her feet and ankles were enveloped as the fire tasted its young victim
for the first time.Sarah sobbed, and
cried out, to no effect.The onlookers
stood with smug satisfaction, taking in the sight of this second teenage girl
now burning at the stake.Sarah’s
shapely legs had thick smoke drifting up them as her lower legs blackened and
then burned steadily.“Magnificent!” one
of the onlookers was heard to say.And
Sarah was burning magnificently.This
time, the stake took to burning fiercely, and flames licking up the stake
needed no invitation to wrap tightly around her legs.In very little time her thighs were feeding
the flames as her plaintive cries drifted from her red lipsticked lips.With the constant updraught of hot air, the
hem of her short dress flapped gently onto her hips, exposing her skimpy thong
for all to see.At last, the hem of her
dress dropped slightly, only to be touched by the waiting flames.Immediately the thin material of the dress
ignited and flames raced around the hem of the dress, then began to lick up
wildly around her hips.Sarah’s thong
dissolved in the flames and slim tongues of fire began to work on her hips and
fanny.Sarah’s gasp, and the expression
on her face, could be equally an expression of deep pain and anguish, or a total
orgasmic rush.In seconds, her hips and
arse were bright red as flames took a vice-like control of them, while flames
continued to burn her dress at what was to her an alarming rate.Soon, her dress was completely burned away,
singeing the tips of her hair in the process.As flames drove up over her waist and stomach, what remained of her bra
first scorched and smouldered and then simply ignited.The onlookers were treated to the sight of
her pert, naked, young breasts for a few seconds, then the flames reached them
and they were enveloped in flames hungry to devour them.Sarah tossed her head from side to side in
desperation and pain, but this only served to fan the flames reaching for her
shoulders, and her hair caught fire.The
lashings of hair spray she liked to use fuelled the fire, and in seconds her
hair was a fireball.A final scream came
from her pretty lips before the flames claimed all of her.Sarah had burned her sister at the stake, and
thoroughly enjoyed it.Now she had
suffered the same fate.

The villagers, once they had piled a great
deal of wood onto both pyres to burn the girls totally to ashes, returned to
the village satisfied that they had repulsed the devil’s attempt to put his
disciples among them.They would go back
to the fires in an hour or so to ensure that nothing remained of the burnings.

ALTERNATIVE
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In the pub that night, John and Steve
discussed the day’s events.“It was very
fortunate that those two young girls wandered into our medieval re-enactment
village”, said Steve.“The ‘Online BATS
Re-enactment Society’ does hold a great event each year, and this time we had
no need to choose one of the girls from within us to burn at the stake”, he
continued.“Yes”, said John, “those two
sisters were beautiful young girls, absolutely perfect for burning.And they satisfied everyone’s desires.You like to see a girl burned naked; I like
to see a girl clothed, burning slowly from her high-heeled shoes upwards.The sight of the hem of her short skirt or
dress catching fire is always something special.”“And the authorities know us a medieval re-enactment
society, so a fire is nothing unusual in our midst, as we have satisfied all
the Forestry Commission requirements as to the site,” continued Steve.“Their car…”“Has already been taken away, and it will have disappeared to a crusher
already. One of the benefits of have a
scrap metal merchant as one of our number,” added John.John raised his glass and said “Here’s to a
very successful conclusion to the 2005 BATS.We look forward with great anticipation to burning the next young girl
in 2006.”